A Soiled Garment Poem by Terence George Craddock

I had a lover once
who used my heart
like an old hand-towel.
Wiped her feet all over it
walked all over it
then kicked and threw it
to the garbage.
The funny thing is

old worn out hearts
don't wash clean.
Soiled garments don't come clean
a single good soak and clean is not applicable.
Doesn't wash out all the stains.
Doesn't wash out the ground in pain.


Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Original version of the split image 'Soiled Garments', by the poet Terence George Craddock.
Written in October 1996 on the 11.10.1996.